"There's no question about it," Levine said, in his pedantic manner. "The rex only intended to scare us off, and defend his territory. He'd never leave the nest unguarded, unless we took something, or disrupted the nest. I'm sure he's back there with his mate right now, hovering over the eggs, not going anywhere."
"Then I guess we're lucky he's a good parent," Thorne said, gunning the motor.
"Of course he's a good parent, Levine continued. "Any fool could tell that. Didn't you see how thin he was? He's been neglecting his own nourishment to feed his offspring. Probably been doing it for weeks. A Tyrannosaurus rex is a complex animal, with complex hunting behavior. And he has complex childrearing behavior as well. I wouldn't be surprised if adult tyrannosaurs have an extended parenting role that lasts for months. He may teach his offspring to hunt, for example. Start by bringing in small wounded animals, and letting the youngsters finish them off. That kind of thing. It'll be interesting to find out exactly what he does. Why are we waiting here?"
Through Thorne's earpiece, the radio crackled. Malcolm said, "It would never occur to him to thank you for saving his life."
Thorne grunted. "Evidently not," he said.
Levine said, "Who are you talking to? Is it Malcolm? Is he here?"
"Yes," Thorne said.
I "He's agreeing with me, isn't he," Levine said.
"Not exactly," Thorne said, shaking his head.
"Look, Doc," Levine said, "I'm sorry if you got upset. But there was no reason for it. The truth is, we were never in danger - except from your bad driving."
"Fine. That's fine." Thorne's heart was still pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, swung the bike to the left, and headed down a wider path, back toward their camp.
Sitting behind him, Levine said, "I'm very glad to see you, Doc. I really am."
Thorne didn't answer. He followed the path downward, through foliage. They descended to the valley, picking up speed. Soon they saw the trailers in the clearing below. Levine said, "Good. You brought everything. And the equipment's working? Everything in good condition?"
"It all seems to be fine."
"Perfect," Levine said. "Then this is just perfect."
"Maybe not," Thorne said.
Through the back window of the trailer, Kelly and Arby were waving cheerfully through the glass.
"You're kidding," Levine said.
FOURTH CONFIGURATION
"Approaching the chaotic edge, elements show internal
conflict. An unstable and potentially lethal region."
IAN MALCOLM
Levine
They came running across the clearing, shouting, "Dr. Levine! Dr. Levine! You're safe!" They hugged Levine, who smiled despite himself. He turned to Thorne.
"Doc," Levine said. "This was very unwise."
"Why don't you explain that to them?" Thorne said. "They're your students."
Kelly said, "Don't be mad, Dr. Levine."
"It was our decision," Arby explained to Levine. "We came on our own."
"On your own?" Levine said.
"We thought you'd need help," Arby said. "And you did. He turned to Thorne.
Thorne nodded. "Yes. They've helped us."
"And we promise, we won't get in the way," Kelly said. "You go ahead and do whatever you have to do, and we will just - "
"The kids were worried about you," Malcolm said, coming up to Levine. "Because they thought you were in trouble."
"Anyway, what's the big rush?" Eddie said. "I mean, you build all these vehicles, and then you leave without them - "
"I had no choice," Levine said. "The government has an outbreak of some new encephalitis on its hands. They've decided it's related to the occasional dinosaur carcass that washes up there. Of course, the whole idea is idiotic, but that won't stop them from destroying every animal on this island the minute they find out about it. I had to get here first. Time is short."
"So you came here alone," Malcolm said.
"Nonsense, Ian. Stop pouting. I was going to call you, as soon as I verified this was the island. And I didn't come here alone. I had a guide named Diego, a local man who swore he had been on this island as a kid, years before. And he seemed entirely knowledgeable. He led me up the cliff without any problem. And everything was going just fine, until we were attacked at the stream, and Diego - "
"Attacked?" Malcolm said. "By what?"
"I didn't really see what it was," Levine said. "It happened extremely fast. The animal knocked me down, and tore the backpack, and I don't really know what happened after that. Possibly the shape of my pack confused it, because I got up and started running again, and it didn't chase me."
Malcolm was staring at him. "You were damn lucky, Richard."
"Yes, well, I ran for a long time. When I looked back, I was alone in the jungle. And lost. I didn't know what to do, so I climbed a tree. That seemed like a good idea - and then, around nightfall, the velociraptors showed up."
"Velociraptors?" Arby said.
"Small carnivores," Levine said. "Basic theropod body shape, long snout, binocular vision. Roughly two meters tall, weighing perhaps ninety kilos. Very fast, intelligent, nasty little dinosaurs, and they travel in packs. And last night there were eight of them, jumping all around my tree, trying to get to me. All night long, jumping and snarling, jumping and snarling…I didn't get any sleep at all."